Tonight I sit,
another dull intake of breath
another dull beat of the heart
the clock ticking as it always has
time is fleeting
and I am watching it slip through my fingers
like holding a broken hour glass
times up
all pencils down
there isn't an answer for the question I've found
but there is only one way
I can go

only one way I will let myself go
no other way will I turn

a path of smiles and grace
a path this cripple
strides for
but feels out of place

for smiles are broken
and grace is hard to place
when this mind and this body
is stumbling out of pace

there are many circumstances
to wish the world to stop turning
but why

we were made to bend against the wind
and what doesn't bend breaks
wise words spoken
by lips of truth

so striving am I
to bend against the wind
and fight the urge to break

too much to do
so little time
and not enough room
for the massive need
in me
to outstretch
to relax
to be
me

to
breathe

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